She woke up and came to me. I told her of my condition that I was unable to sleep unless she could find somebody to sleep with me. Jena affectionately...told me to come to her room and sit on her bed. The room was small as compared to mine and there was one single bed. I sat on Jena’s bed and she sat beside me. “Lie down, darling,” Jena said. “Let me try to put you to sleep,” she said gently. After I lay on my back, Jena sat close to me, slowly stroking my hair. She bent her face close to mine. I. We groomed you. We d**gged you.You see we have a large empty living room. Minimalist decor. A wooden floor. There is a sofa and three large photos, blown up and framed on the three walls which don't have a window. A wide expanse of wooden floor. No carpets.You find that you are still wearing a simple white blouse and pearls. But beneath the waist: black panties, garter belt and stockings. They’re not yours, you hadn’t been wearing them earlier but they fit and make you feel good. Although you. They went home before she did, and before she left Audrey noticed him at the bar, drinking slowly but determinately. I saw the night play out as though it was my life. I watched as she called a cab, and he helped her in- or was it the other way around, as they were both tipsy. He broke down, his head in his hands; she wrapped her arms around him. He kissed her out of desperation; she was shocked but felt so alive. So special. I felt his utter, utter guilt, his desperation, his lust. I felt her. Then he extinguished his lantern and crawled in on the other side of the boy. Everyone was ready to sleep. Why the old man had designated the four of us to bed down with him and me on the outside of the lady and the boy is open to speculation. Perhaps he thought that having us on the outsides was the chivalrous thing to do as if we were giving some sort of protection to those between us. I doubt that he had ever heard of the old custom of bundling that was practiced in some cultures. Within a.